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mouth.” He gave her breast a tap on the side, not enough to hurt, just enough for her to feel. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey? Having us fuck your breasts, come all over your tits.”
    The image filled her mind. She nodded, imagining Forrest’s thick cock sliding between her breasts, each thrust filling her, just the head, just enough for her to taste his pre-come.
    “Sweet slut.” Glen leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. “Just be a good girl and you’ll get fucked.” He kissed her again then dangled the glittering chain in front of her eyes.
    Forrest stepped away, folding his arms across his chest and watching.
    Her cheeks heated beneath his stare.
    “Let’s see it, then,” Forrest announced. “Decorate those beautiful tits.”
    The reality of what would happen finally struck her. She looked down as Glen bent over. He sucked the tip of one breast into his mouth.
    Unlike Rapunzel’s and the princeling’s delicate licks, Glen’s sucks drew on her breast, pulling the nipple to an almost painful point. She cried and arched forward, begging for him to stop…or do more. The vine pumping between her legs stilled as if to allow all her focus to shift to her tits.
    Glen’s teeth scraped the smooth skin of her breast before clamping down, just a bit, but almost too much for the sensitive peak.
    Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he straightened. She met his stare as he raised his head. “Watch me, baby.”
    Cool metal brushed against her breast and snapped her attention back to the taut peak. A tiny metal clamp opened wide and slowly, oh so slowly, closed down, pinching her nipple.
    The almost vicious pain shot through her body, turning to pleasure as it drenched her pussy. She rolled her hips forward, trying to hump against the vine still unmoving inside her.
    Glen chuckled. “I knew she’d like this. Any slut who drenches her pussy from a spanking likes a little pain with her cock.”
    She shook her head and the chain hanging from the clamp swung back and forth, rocking with the sway of her breasts. Pain raced through her nipple but changed and transmuted into beautiful heat by the time it filled her core.
    “Slow, baby, you don’t want too much.”
    She took a breath, letting the pain move through her, turn to a dull ache.
    “One more, that’s it. You can take it.”
    Unable to stop, she dropped her gaze as he cupped the other breast, tweaking the nipple until it burned. “Ready, baby? Do you want to feel it?”
    “Yes.” The breathless, eager sound of her voice startled her but she had no time to think about it as Glen opened the tiny clip wide and placed it around the fluffed peak of her breast.
    Sharp pain flooded her chest, leaving her breathless. She arched her back. The thin silver chain bounced against the skin beneath her breasts. The delicate links had little weight but the movement still tugged on her nipples, sending the ache deep into her pussy.
    Moaning, struggling against multiple sensations—rough bark against her back, the ache in her nipples, the vine fucking her pussy—she yanked on the vines that held her hands, needing to move, needing freedom, but they contained her, pulling taut, keeping her stretched and presented for the two men.
    The vine in her pussy plunged deeper, layering a new sensation on top of the subtle tugs on her nipples. Every breath made the silver chain dance, pulling just a little harder.
    She lifted her gaze and stared at Forrest and Glen. Their eyes were locked on her hips, glowing with hunger as she struggled to move against the vine fucking her. Interesting bulges plumped against the fronts of their leathers.
    As if he felt her stare, Forrest reached down and pulled open his leathers. His cock surged forward, still hard from her mouth. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him again, wanted him to come in her mouth.
    He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke—long, slow passes up and down the thick